THEFT
A SHORT STORY BY XAVIER
The school I go to is what some might call 'rough'. It's in the east end of
London so all of the kids come from working class backgrounds. A lot of the
lads don't have much respect for authority and have had scrapes with the law
for various minor offences.
Each year has its own gang; from the first to the sixth. There is a lot of
rivalry between them and the members of each never miss an opportunity to
prove their prowess. They love to humiliate or belittle members of the other
gangs and take extra relish if the gang member concerned is well up in the
opposing gang's hierarchy.
One particular instance that I can recall took place a couple of months ago
and concerns the fourth and sixth year gangs. These gangs consist of a
mixture of boys and girls, although most are boys. The fourth year gang is
considerably larger than the sixth with about 25 boys and a couple of girls;
as opposed to 16 or so boys and 4 girls. Their ages range from 15 or so to
17 - 18 respectively.
There had been a spate of break ins at the school and some valuable cine
equipment had been stolen. The headmaster suspected some of the pupils, but
had no proof. He went through the normal procedure of asking for the culprit
to own up; but of course, no one did. He threatened the culprits with the
severest of punishments available to him.
The leader of the fourth year gang (and my best mate) is a good looking lad
of 15 and, being an avid member of the gym club, has a beautiful athletic
build. He's around 5' 7" tall with dark hair and particularly well
developed for his age. His 'development' can be seen clearly as his black
school trousers fit him very well. His name is John; Johnny to his mates.
Johnny had wanted to 'get one over' on the leader of the sixth year gang for
some time. He had apparently grassed on him when he 'accidentally' threw a
cricket ball through the headmaster's study window. As a result, Johnny had
been subject to the ultimate humiliation; he was caned during assembly one
morning, the whole school watching. Johnny had vowed to take his revenge and
to make it even more humiliating for Leslie, the leader of the sixth.
Johnny comes from the roughest area of town and seems to have lots of
'uncles'. One of them, I think his name is Jack, is of dubious intent. He
has a second hand shop in a run down back street near the railway arches; I
have to pass it on my way home and often look in the grimy window. He sells
anything that comes his way; from old kettles and tape recorders to settees
and fridges. No prizes for guessing who had recently visited 'Jack's
emporium' to dispose of the 'legacy' which his aged aunt had left him upon
her timely death.
Now Leslie is also a member of the gym club and, since he had grassed on
Johnny, has to watch out for being 'accidentally' tripped up during practise
sessions. Leslie is the centre of many of my jack off fantasies. I often
imagine what he has confined within the tight contours of his thin red
cotton gym shorts. I quite often watch from the playground, through the
large window, as he and other lithe members of the club are put through
their paces by the hard working P.E. teacher, Mr. Smith. How he can vault
that horse without squashing the beautifully delicate bulge he has between
his legs, I just don't know. He is just over 17 years old.
Now Jack, being the sort of second hand dealer he is, is not pre-disposed to
disclose where he obtains his stock; but Johnny is his favourite 'nephew'.
No sooner had Leslie disappeared from the shop, clutching the 50 which Jack
had paid him, than he was on the 'phone to Johnny. "Ere Johnny boy, know
that big kid you told me about? The one that grassed on you! Well, he's just
come in 'ere with a beautiful cine projector. What sort did you say 'ad been
nicked from your school?" Johnny thought for a moment. "Bell and Howell I
think. Yeah Bell and Howell." It didn't take long for them to realise who
the school burglar was. This was the opportunity Johnny had been waiting
for. 'I'll do the bastard with this little bombshell', he thought to
himself.
Armed with this revelation Johnny wasted no time in calling an emergency
meeting of his most trusty gang members, me included. When Johnny told me
and the rest of the gang of his findings there were hoots of laughter and
cheers. Plans were drawn up and tactics arranged. We spent ages writing and
re-writing Leslie's 'ultimatum'. A note was passed to Leslie the next day
to meet Johnny behind the bicycle sheds that night.
At 4.30 Johnny, myself, and about five of the gang congregated behind the
old brick built bicycle sheds; a favourite meeting place for smoking. It
wasn't long before Leslie, accompanied by his second in command, strode
around the corner. "What the fuck do you little twats want then?" he
demanded. I knew what I wanted; to get inside his beautifully tight, arse
hugging black trousers.
"We know who stole the cine equipment," said Johnny.
"Oh yeah, who was that then?"
"You know it was you."
"Yeah, I know it was me; so what? You can't prove anything." Leslie went to
walk away.
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, mate."
Leslie turned, grabbed Johnny's blazer and pulled him towards his face. "Go
on then you little runt; prove it."
"You went in Jack's emporium yesterday and sold a Bell and Howell
projector."
Leslie's face turned red, he was very angry.
"How the fuck do you know that then?" he snarled.
"My uncle owns the shop and he told me all about it."
Leslie let go of Johnny and pushed him, hard, against the wall of the
bicycle shed. Standing with his hands in his pockets, trying to look
unconcerned he said
"So what you gonna do 'bout it then kid?"
"I know that you have been in trouble with the police before. Wouldn't they
like to know about this?" Johnny had now regained his stance and took up a
more aggressive posture. "I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. You, you big
cunt, are gonna do exactly what I say, cos if you don't I'm going straight
to the headmaster and the police to split on you."
Leslie's face dropped noticeably at this point. It gave me a certain thrill
to think that we had the object of my desires in our power.
"You wouldn't dob me in would you?"
"Like to bet?" sniggered Johnny. "Remember what you did when I threw the
cricket ball through old Callaghan's window? You grassed on me didn't you?"
Johnny was obviously feeling the power which the information had awarded
him; he was now close up to Leslie's face. "I know it was you because there
was no one else about."
"I swear it wasn't me kid. I wouldn't grass anyone in to Callaghan, not even
a little fucker like you."
"Don't give me that load of crap," snapped Johnny, reaching into his inside
blazer pocket and taking out a brown envelope.
Thrusting it roughly into Leslie's top blazer pocket he said, "These are
your instructions. Follow them to the letter and nothing more will be said;
but if you don't do exactly what is written there, and I mean EXACTLY,
another envelope will be finding its way under Callaghan's door. Savvy?"
"What's this then? Sealed instructions? Do you think you're in the SAS or
sommat?"
"Just do it Seaman, or face the consequences. Come on lads, lets go." Johnny
and the rest of us left. We all knew what Leslie would soon be reading. My
prick began to stir in my underpants at the thought of it.
We left Leslie and his mate to read the contents of the envelope. The
ultimatum read as follows:
'In return for my silence regarding the little matter of a Bell & Howell
projector you will, tomorrow, proceed as follows:
1. Sit at the back of Frodsham's English class.
2. Get your big prick out of your flies.
3. Stimulate yourself to orgasm.
In plain language, you big wanker; you will wank off in class tomorrow
morning. We want to see your thick boy juice spurting out of that 17 year
old prick of yours. We want to see how the big boys do it. If there isn't a
big load of spunk, YOUR spunk, on the floor by the time the bell goes for
break; I will be pushing the other brown envelope under Callaghan's door as
well as ringing the Police.'
Now you can see why my prick was stiffening at the thought. At last I may
get to see big Leslie milking himself. And not only that, causing him the
biggest humiliation ever.
You may be wondering how Johnny and his gang would be able to bear witness
to the events laid down in the ultimatum, not being in the same year. It was
all very cunningly devised. The second lesson on a Tuesday is English, both
for my form and for the sixth year form which Leslie is in. We know the
drill well. We always have to sit in silence for about 30 minutes whilst we
write an essay. The school buildings are old and some of the classrooms are
divided by collapsible wooden partitions. Because of a staff shortage at the
time Mr. Frodsham, Leslie's English teacher, would leave the room to take a
first year form for something or other.
Johnny made certain that he got us a seat at the back of our class and I was
very excited as the partition was being pulled along. Would Leslie be
sitting at the back? Would he carry out his instructions? As Frodsham pushed
the partition back and the two classrooms became one, Johnny winked at me
and whispered, "There he is; told you he'd be there." Sure enough, as I
looked over to the back row of the sixth form, there was Leslie, sitting
next to his second in command, his legs wide apart under the desk. My mouth
became dry with excitement and my pulse quickened.
Miss Faverham, having set us our work, was sitting at the front of our
class. "Right you lot," said Frodsham to the six form. "You know the drill,
absolute silence. I want your essays ready for when I return. Okay miss
Faverham?" Miss Faverham looked up from the book she was marking, nodded,
and started marking again. It couldn't have worked out better.
"Do you think he will do it Johnny?" I whispered. "Course he will. He don't
want to be turned in to the Police." "You wouldn't really do that would
you?" "Fuckin' well would; after what that bastard did to me! He'd better
get wanking." My own prick was swelling by the second; I wondered what
Leslie was thinking.
From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of Leslie, the angle was just
right. There he sat, in all his glory, his beautiful, slightly worn, black
trousers being stretched tightly over his 17 year old body. Around his legs
and up the crack of his arse they crept. How I long to touch his arse, to
run my finger up his crack and feel the heat of his hole. How I love to wank
and imagine how soft his balls would feel through the smooth and thin
material of his trousers, trousers which separate those balls to perfection
with their tightness. I felt myself getting hotter as I imagined his big
cock, all hard and erect, behind the material, his knob oozing pre-cum in
his excitement.
My day dreams were interrupted when, after about five minutes, Johnny
elbowed me. "Look, fuckin' look." I turned to see Leslie place his left hand
between his legs whilst still writing with the other. I could see him
squeezing the crotch of his trousers and the beautiful bulge within. Again,
I began to imagine how soft his balls must feel through his trousers, the
material of which would be slightly damp with the heat being given off by
his hot bollocks. His hand slowly moved to the top of his fly. He was
starting to unzip his trousers! I couldn't believe it, he was actually
unzipping his fuckin' trousers in class! "See, told you he'd do it,"
whispered Johnny with a smirk.
Slowly, whilst continuing to write, Leslie pulled his zip to the bottom and
placed his hand inside. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing, certain
I would wake up at any moment and find myself in bed and lying in a pool of
spunk. But it WAS happening, there, at the back of the class, sat Leslie;
the leader of the toughest gang in the whole school; flies wide open; hand
inside. Would he go the whole way? Suddenly he lifted himself slightly from
his seat. He was having trouble getting his semi erect prick out of his
tight trousers but he, at last, managed it. I reckon it was at least 6" long
in that state. I saw his hand starting to move; up and down; up and down it
went. The thought of what he was doing and where he was doing it was making
my own 15 year old cock strain inside my pants.
His cock continued to expand until, after about 30 seconds, it was fully
aroused. I could see his dark purple knob end protruding beyond the confines
of that which normally kept it hidden; his black school trousers. Although I
wasn't close enough to make it out; I was certain that his piss slit would
have been gaping wide, oozing clear lubrication. I know mine was oozing, I
could feel a damp patch forming inside my underpants.
I thought Johnny was trying to attract my attention as I felt his elbow in
my back. I was loath to turn away from discreetly watching Leslie for a
moment but when I did I saw that Johnny was rubbing a large protrusion down
his trouser leg. The sight of Leslie being punished was obviously having the
same effect on Johnny as myself. I quickly realised that Johnny's elbow had
caught me by mistake so I pretended not to notice and turned back to
watching Leslie.
It wasn't long before I witnessed the first orgasm of an older boy. An
orgasm which has made me yearn to witness more. Leslie's legs became tense,
I could see the tight black material clinging to the top of them. It clung
to his teenage arse cheeks as little indentations appeared and disappeared.
Then, from between his legs, I saw the most powerful spray of sixth form
spunk I have ever seen. Spurt after spurt of thick, snow white fluid made
streaks across the dark and dusty tiled floor. "Look at that," whispered
Johnny, excitedly. "Fuck, look at that!" I looked over at some of our other
gang members. They didn't have such a good view as us but nevertheless could
work out what was happening. All could see the white streaks of Leslie's
spunk on the floor.
Quickly, and without ceremony, Leslie pushed his still dripping prick back
inside his trousers and zipped them up. The thought of his underpants
becoming damp with the remnants of his orgasm only served to heighten my own
excitement. I quickly raised my arm. "Yes boy, what is it?" said Faverham in
an harassed tone. "Please miss; can I leave the room?" She nodded and I got
up, leaving the room quickly. I didn't want too many people seeing my stiff
prick as it jutted into the material of my trousers.
I closed the cubicle door behind me; lowered my trousers and sat on the bog.
Taking my aching weapon in my hand and pulling it over the waistband of my
underpants; I started to wank. What a feeling I had. I wanted it to last
forever but I knew I had to be quick. I rubbed myself to a certain point.
When I reached that point I pulled the waistband of my pants under my balls,
the elastic cutting into my soft ball bag.
Sitting bolt upright on the seat, trousers around my ankles; I forced my 15
year old cock downwards. It didn't want to go; it wanted to stick up
straight. I got my knob end within the rim of the toilet bowl just in time.
I felt my shaft throb, my arsehole tense. I sat there in ecstasy as I
thought of Leslie wanking his load in class. My body was overwhelmed, my
senses swamped, with orgasmic pleasure. I looked between my legs and saw
five long spurts of thick teenage juice being forced out of my knob. It ran
slowly into the water and started to float. Quickly, I tidied myself up and
went back to class. I didn't wipe my prick off; I wanted to imagine how
Leslie's pants were feeling around his big sixth form cock. As I got back to
my desk Johnny winked at me and smiled a knowing smile. "Told you he'd do it
didn't I?"
Recounted for the entertainment of like minded adults.
I hope you enjoyed reading it.
Take care and always practice safe sex.
Copyright Xavier 1998 xavier_boyes@hotmail.com